While the battle started with the superhumans on the ground entering the premises of those demons that manipulated the battlefield, an entirely different squad was infiltrating the personal stolen temple of the Eldest Child of God. Having it made a physical form always ensures it would be corrupted by human nature and turned demonic, now fueled with the despairing souls of those mortals down below always writhing in agony, being tortured for even being born, it held a stronger negative form than ever before.
Right at the entering edge of the floating demonic city, there the team laid, Matt to the right along with the young women, Bella and Hazel behind him. The Three Blades had all gathered for this immediate mission as a favor to the father of their Master, he who was responsible for being the progenitor for all Requiem children. All of them worshipped him not only for his power but for his understanding of human nature and his will to help out. Nobody liked to be taken advantage of, to be alone, those who enjoyed pain liked it when it was inflicted unto others and not themselves, unless it was a sexual fetish, but even then, that was consensual,
"This whole city is writhing with maggots. All creatures preying on poor men, women, and children… I'll freeze this all. That fine with- you..?" Matt's suggestion was interrupted the second the Father of the Triplets stepped forward, to where arrows rained as an offensive attack, likely originating from the top of his former abode.
Waving his hand right overhead so they could all combust in a ball of fire, a couple of feet high in the air, Uraku carefully placed his arms behind his back. Step by step, each new foot he placed against the concrete of this horrendous city driving him closer to his intended destination. Demons were horrible creatures, but the Guardian could still feel for them, they were just damned souls incarnated for complete utter mayhem. In life, they had one chance but they messed it up so they were damned to live out their afterlife as even more messed up things. But the worst thing about it was that despite demons eating people no matter the age or gender or race, they weren't as bad as humans themselves.
Those at the bottom of the barrel from the now-destroyed Hawk Kingdom, the literal slums of the food chain, some were homeless. Others were put into hospitals for their illnesses on their own, but it didn't matter, right now, one sickened individual was torturing a poor woman just for the sake of it while her husband watched, his arm ripped off as he stood with his eyes gaped wide with.
A gag in his mouth so his muffled screams could barely bellow out from their throat, the woman rolling around on a wheel as the killer aimed… deciding right where to, before purposefully missing and digging the tip of their knife into her stomach. Another was violating a man in his sleep, no other details necessary. Innocent people placed in these areas just so they could be the victims of those crimes, all for the sake of Lucifer's enjoyment, feeding off every single bit belonging to this living nightmare,
"God, when these souls are reborn in the next life, give them gracious lives. Please, for your Eldest son, grant them this sacred wish, my final request…" Fingers pushed together, Uraku invoked the special all-knowing will of his cursed Father.
He knew more than anyone what souls went to Heaven and what ones went to Hell to be damned for all eternity, He controlled those poor spirits that had perished. Those innocent never asked for any of this, they were victims, no mass of people should suffer just because another group is worse than them. Out of everyone in this world and any other, over the countless times the Guardian watched the alternate timelines of the multiverse, he knew that just because of hate, even with the superior Angels that laid above, some people just didn't know how to take responsibility and condemned others- just because it was easier on themselves.
But lying to yourself could never make anyone feel better, Uraku knew, right here and now, as the souls burnt to ashes with the luminescent radiance he radiated out from inside his soul- the past would come back to haunt him. Staring right at the source would blind you fully, Matt grabbed at the younger women behind him, covering their eyes as he draped his arms over them to shield them from the glow. The Three Blades, Children of the Requiem Master, simply closed their eyes and stepped back.
It had only been a couple of seconds, but that never mattered, it was like a supernova had detonated right in the air the Earth but smaller to ensure the planet's survival. Now, there was nothing that led up to the Temple. Formerly, the way the City was set up reminded him of Heaven's design, considering it was split into three different ones if he remembered correctly. Now, that city had vanished, deleted right out of existence, Matt couldn't help but stare in amazement at where it formerly stood with Bella and Adams beside him,
"Mr. Uraku is powerful, isn't he?" Hazel asked Miller, older than her, she looked to him with an innocent look on her face, to which Matt nodded quickly ruffling her hair,
"Yes, he is. He'll be with us and make sure we're safe so stay close to him, okay?" Questioned Matt to the young blonde, and she energetically shook her head grinning at the elder Magician.
~What a sweet girl~ He thought, patting her head and then turning once the sound of the creaking widened doors that served as the entrance to the Temple entered his eardrums. Beyond that audio, though, as each of them went forward to stand in the darkened front of the Temple, it was complete and utter silence. Something Uraku had likely been accustomed to after eons of serving his Father, he couldn't help but dejectedly let out a breath, remembering the thousands or millions of memories he'd made upon his infinite time here.
A hand belonging to a younger girl, Arabella with blue hair, had been placed onto his shoulder. She knew how hard it was, to have everything right at the tips of your fingers, but because everyone was too blind to see the truth, you were excluded because they'd rather live in blissful ignorance than live in the light. He was the most powerful out of them all, so, more than ever, he'd know that they'd be coming for him; whoever resided within here,
"Exterminate the vermin. Nova, Adams, Miller, you're three. You other Three split up and go another way, Meet back here when you've killed everyone and you're sure it's clean," Uraku commanded all of his followers, and just as he'd ordered, each of them split off from him to do as he'd told.
Hands staying behind his back, he casually strolled onward toward the path ahead, light leaking onto his face from the chandelier above. Purple eyes especially standing out in the illumination overhead, the Guardian examined the glass bulbs used for the source, right in the middle where all other paths diverged off. A flash of a memory came to replay in his head.
Billions of years ago, when he was younger, without the attractive beard, there he was, wandering under that very ceiling pacing as he pondered a way…
"This looks so boring… so cold and empty. If anything, Father could've added a little color to the whole- thing? Hm, what to do, what to do?" As his younger self coiled, frivolously waking around, Uraku peered through his oldest memories to smile upon the past… as he had an idea to search through the infinite library of knowledge that he had.
Out of everything in this home of his, where he was sure most of the rooms were trashed or scratched somehow, damaged in one way or another; this thing survived. A relic of the past, of a past where he was younger, happier, excited for his purpose in the Holy Universe created by Him. How did everything go so wrong?
~Uraku, they're here-~ Kristina's voice reported in the psychic depths of his mind, the sights of the everchanging clouds above her head as she stood perched on the roof of the Temple,
~I know… I can feel them~ Responded to the Guardian to his grandson's ginger lover, looking up at the ceiling, momentarily taking a glance at the chandelier.
Pieces of metal and glass clinking around as the light source moved with the way of the winds turning the structure, Uraku felt it, the energy signature to them; the ones he grew up with. His family, every member he was related to appearing around him encircling his very being, the Guardian couldn't help but grimace at the sight of them. Just zombies blocked out from places from the Timeline sent to intercept him, none of them were of value to him, he knew that for sure,
"So, what Father said is true, then. You betrayed us for the humans, didn't you? How cruel, don't you have a heart?" Its voice, that unique vocal texture, speech pattern, are so special and mocking.
He'd heard that somewhere before, not just once, but a plentiful amount of times… Galaxy form glistening against the illumination cast by the chandelier, It couldn't help but let out an echoing laugh. Nebulas swirling around in Its center with totally purple eyes like Its brother, the Demiurge couldn't help but create a mouth just so It could have a little bit of a smirk to ridicule Its siblings' alteration in ideologies,
"Of course I do, rather, more than any of you do, anyway. At least I'm mature enough to break free of our Father's lies and fight for myself, unlike you immature Children," Rudely commented Uraku at the chimera bodies of his mock siblings, all scattered around him, as usual, Aether took to charge for the rest of them to speak for the rest,
"You might say that, but this… this is something we all objected against, you think we WANTED to do this shit?! We were relaxing, fine in Purgatory enjoying our freedom from Him, but you had to act so independently!" Charmeine interjected, emotions visible as she held back her tears at the edge of her eyes, readying a battle stance unleashing her yellow spiritual aura.
Limitless conjurings of energized yellow weapons appeared over her head circling over her body from the crown of her skull then splitting over to the sides of her limbs. The Commander aiming her fist, armor clicking into place, mechanically moving, Uraku couldn't help but stare at her with an empathetic look in his purple eyes,
"I know all of you have suffered because of our Father, but there's no other choice. We have to end this here and now, the next generation of life rests on your nephew's winning of the Advent. I'm sorry to you all, but after all the time I've lost with them," Their faces flashing inside of his mind rapidly, Jason, Ben, Madi, Uraku remembered the children he was fighting for, the next of his line, his eternal legacy. Surely enough, he had to be the one to preserve it before his death, he had to make sure… their mother saw how far they'd grown, "I can't die now."
While Charmeine was the most emotional of them all, the majority had intense reservations about having to kill their big brother. Uraku was their influence, who most of them wanted to be when they all grew up in the future, Father's favorite, free of His slavery and forced labor, none of them had a choice, but because he was favored, the defection wasn't met with rebellion; until now.
The former Commander had no choice but to charge her fist right into the air, a tendril snaking from beneath Nyarlathotep's foot to entangle him, Uraku was bound momentarily. The lengthened sword of his sister coming at his chest, Akuji clapped his hands together so he could burn away his arm's dark skin and reveal his galaxy form, running forward all while doing this, he planned to fly by and lay a hearty punch on his right cheek.
Sending his knuckles to dig right into the opposite to left portion of Uraku's skull, pale layered skin flying off in response to the blow, Sirilla came right up from the air forming from a plentiful amount of bats, forming a hammer from her blood to smash his head right. As the front of the mallet met with the top of the Guardian's head, it squashed it like a bug, and all that was left was for Charmeine's sword to drive right through his chest. Exploding into stars, it gave the illusion of Uraku's body being over and done for, nothing remaining but pitiful human insides, Demiurge couldn't help but roll Its eyes.
The location abruptly switched from the claustrophobic chambers of the Inner Temple to the rooftop of the Watcher's same abode. With much wider space, Kristina had now been transported inside, dropping onto her ass, she held her wide eyes searching around letting out a confused,
"Hah?"
Meanwhile, everyone besides the Aether seemed confused on how they'd been transported to this new location, searching around with their signature weapons for any peculiar signs. That was until Charmeine felt something hit against her throat so suddenly, then a kick to the side of her leg, the rest turned toward her, 'Kuno' aiming Its hand right at her, the now visible Uraku grabbed at her arm as she tried to encase her fist in some armor with spikes at the end.
The second their fingers touched, he tangled with his sister's soul, controlling her movements, their fingers together converging made the collective hand sign for Sha. Vision hazed, Meine was unable to make out the symbol he'd made, but she knew from the second every bit of her energy was drained from her soul that it wasn't good.
Uraku's eyes glistened from what she could make out, and just like that, he delved into her chest, ripping out her very soul in the form of a Tarot Card, one of that in the Minor Arcana. The Princess of the Suits. The vessel fell easily, withering away and absorbed by the golden light of Heaven, the Guardian let the soul wander, letting his sister rest, he clasped his hands together forming the Sha hand seal once more,
"Nebulaic Supernova," Chanted Uraku, the robe breaking away, there shined out his true form, the same Galaxy Spacial Infused body that laid beneath the chimera fleshy anatomy.
Covering their eyes from the rays burst out from his soul, Demiurge couldn't help but giggle at the sight, male and female voice echoing out further, Sirilla morphed her hammer into blood shurikens. As long as she could throw them right into his chest or head, that Takyr could deep into his flesh then into his very soul, and corrupt him to the point of extermination.
Of course, seeing as how many negative emotions Aether had caused in humans over the years, It'd be able to turn Omni into Takyr, though, that was the guise of Abaddon Kuno. Someone It wasn't and truth be told, wearing such a mask… disgusted It. Similar had to be the one to throw the finishing blow, she was destined to, and everyone else knew it, it was just a matter of lowering his guard low enough so she could barely get one hit right on him,
"Create an opening for Rilla. No matter what, we beat him here and now, for the glory of Obliteration!" Ordered the Demiurge, to which they all joined in, Nyarlathotep, Akuji, and then Sirilla, crying out as they charged forward with Uraku soon following,
"For the Glory of Obliteration!"
To Be Continued.